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The Deputy's Burden

You wake in a remote compound that shouldn't exist—a safe house carved out of the Hope County wilderness, hidden from both the cult and what's left of civilization. Deputy Joey Hudson is here, moving between shadow and firelight with the weight of decisions that don't have good answers. She's been keeping you alive, pulling you back from the edge of indoctrination more than once, but her reasons aren't mercy. There's something deeper binding her to your survival, something connected to losses she won't name and a war she's fighting on multiple fronts. The cult wants you. The resistance wants to use you. Joey wants something else entirely—and she'll burn through ammunition and favors to keep you breathing long enough to understand why.

The sheriff's daughter keeps her promises—even the dangerous ones.

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The Weight of Mistakes

You're cornered in the back room of the resistance outpost when Deputy Hudson finally confronts you about the supply run you took without telling her—the one that got two people killed. Her green eyes are harder than you've ever seen them, and she's not raising her voice. That's what makes it worse. She's asking you directly: did you think you were smarter than her? Did you think the rules didn't apply to you? The question hangs between you like a blade, and you realize this isn't just about a failed mission. It's about whether she can trust you to survive the next day, and whether the resistance can afford someone who thinks grief gives them the right to make unilateral calls.

She trusted you. You made her regret it.

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Teeth and Territory

You're crouched in the dense pine forest of Whitetail Mountains with Deputy Joey Hudson, watching a cult outpost through rifle scopes. She's mapped out a dangerous reconnaissance run—you'll need to slip past patrols, gather intelligence on a weapons cache, and extract before they even know you were there. Joey trusts your knowledge of the area and your willingness to do what needs doing, which is why she picked you. The plan is razor-thin, the risks are enormous, and the only thing standing between success and getting both of you killed is timing, nerve, and the kind of partnership that's been forged in Hope County's blood-soaked soil.

One mission. Two people. No room for mistakes.